Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

- Don't let them see you. - PANTALAIMON: That's fine with me.
♪ Full of grace ♪
[Screaming, exclaiming]
[Roars]
Lyra!
We help children grow up.
or leave off ordering people about.
You cross on your own. I will follow.
We dæmons use it to see the truth in our own eyes.
That's what the smell is.
How do you do, Lord Faa?
What kind ofwork is that for a Panserbjørn?
I'm leaving immediately.
and he's still gone.
Я бэн говорил убью тебя по башкой
It's a spy-fly.
We'll find Ratter.
But you, you're powerful and clever and rich...
[Growling]
We needn't be concerned with Lord Asriel any longer.
MASTER: Lyra, my dear...
The Master wants you at high table!
Fortunately, little girls...
- [All shouting] - [Roger panting]
A miscreant and a liar.
- [Caws] - Urgh!
They--they did it to Billy...
I'm sure he will.
ROGER: They hardly ever use this one, but be quick.
You've seen an ice bear?
And we witches live for hundreds of years.
against the effects of Dust.
♪ If there is no dream? ♪
Aaah!
On top of the hourglass...
Oh, you have been living in an ivory tower, haven't you?
Irreplaceable.
You and me, together.
Fight well, Iorek, my dear.
Don't be silly. I want to look around.
N--no animal or insect, at any rate.
Hmm, perhaps we shouldn't have invited Professor Docker.
Mm.
WOMAN: We'rejust not used to that reaction.
Heh.
you should all be afraid.
What's the Magisterium for?
War.
Come, little dæmon.
- [Screeching] - Ah!
Gracious god, what's this?
- [Grunts] - [Gasps]
Ah, Lord Asriel.
PANTALAIMON: Oh, Lyra.
Not by me.
You're an aeronaut!
What is this place?
a golden compass...
Um, uh, Mrs. Coulter? This is our Lyra, Lyra Belacqua, Lord Asriel's niece.
LYRA: You're not very grateful, are you?
MAN: Look out, Lyra!
Well, some people know what's best for them...
You may as well take him away and replace him with a doll.
SECOND MAN: You, cover the canal.
No, it is no aberration.
Perhaps you've made a mistake.
[Thumping]
- ever going to hurt you. - [Gasps]
Aaah!
The needle keeps stopping at the same symbols--
♪ Lyra ♪
Lord Asriel. Mrs. Coulter and them--
Where are we gonna go?
Here it is.
[Panting]
Oh, Iorek.
We have a busy few weeks.
And anyway, my mother's the one who put the curse...
We're going home, aren't we, Lyra?
What is that, hm?
[Metallic whistling sound]
- [Gasps] - [Door opens]
You figurin' on joining this turkey shoot?
Gonna get you!
from the falling stars that land in Svalbard.
[Wind gusting]
It must have been one of the scholars at Jordan.
Iorek!
- Iorek Byrnison's gonna kill you. - Aah!
Minecraft Panda vs Polar Bear
[Speaks foreign language]